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A New Day
My eyes sprung open in the darkened room. I lay in the bed trying to decide if perhaps I might fall back asleep, but the numbers on the clock radio filled the room with a lime green glow and my mind began its predawn ritual of worry. Not wishing to wake my husband, I rolled from the bed, fumbled through the jumble on the bedside table to retrieve ( Read more... ) -
Password Nightmare
Back in 2009 my husband and I gifted each other with Macbook Pros. At some point in time between then and yesterday my administrator password was corrupted and I was unable to update my operating system. Now, ordinarily this should have been an easy fix, except I couldn't find the original install disc. After many houses of searching, I did find ( Read more... ) -
D-Day for Team Wilson
This afternoon at 4:00 we meet with my husband's urologist to discuss the options for treating his recently diagnosed prostate cancer. While we are understandably anxious about this, we remain generally optimistic that whatever the recommended treatment, it will be successful. Please keep Jim in your thoughts and prayers. We need him to hang ( Read more... ) -
Here's to New Beginnings and Detours
This summer was meant to be a season of celebration and new beginnings -- a remodel of the upstairs, a week of fun and frolic on the beach with our children and grandchildren, a cruise to the Arctic with my sister and brother-in-law and our favorite cousin and her husband ( Read more... ) -
My Grandmother, Part 3
I wish I knew more about Mattie’s childhood in the late 1800s. While she was born in Miami County, Ohio, according to information gathered in the 1880 decennial United States census, her parents and two of her surviving older sisters were all born and lived in Pennsylvania (York County), apparently making the move to Ohio sometime around 1870. ( Read more... ) -
My Grandmother, part 2
Did I really say deaf and dumb? Wow, you’d think I, of all people, would be more politically correct when assigning a label to someone, wouldn’t you? Well, Mattie was born in 1879, and I’d bet the words politically correct hadn’t even been coined yet. In any case, Mattie’s tongue was tethered and she didn’t speak until one Saturday, a baking day in ( Read more... ) -
Teachers Write! 6/5/2012
In the far corner of my backyard there is a small manmade pond. The water, stained brown by the tannic acid from pine needles that fall to the surface, laps against the black rubber liner pinned to the ground by sand-colored flagstones . The pond is filled with water hyacinths, their tall, spiky purple blooms towering above rounded lily pads ( Read more... )
